[Jamo]

I hear ya (Dan40). Our principal used to have our entire school (1st-8th) sit under the big oak tree out front...all 75 or so of us. The groundskeeper (pretty much the same as Mr. Greenjeans) would start whittling away on a rough piece of oak board while our principal would tell us the rules for the year, and about our sports programs [sic]. About the time he finished up (about an hour or so), the groundskeeper would hand him the paddle for the year...a nice handle had been carved in, along with some holes in the flat bizness end to leave some nice red dots on one's ass (some years...they'd whistle a bit as it sliced through the air, Stuka-style).

Mr. Douglas had an arm on him.